Ilvara's corpse lay on the surface of the sea beneath Simon's palm.
The moment Devour touched it, Simon felt the difference.
The other two corpses had given way easily, like doors already left open. Ilvara's corpse did not. It was colder and heavier, as though the body itself didn't want to be touched.
Simon narrowed his eyes and pressed deeper.
As always, he began with the physical attributes.
Ilvara had been a Superior Demon King, but her body was nothing like the coral-jawed Daemon's or the ram-horned Daemon's. It wasn't dense, and it wasn't built for raw power. It was slender, light and precise, made for slipping in and out of shadows and striking before an enemy could react.
When her attributes entered his body, his agility rose the most.
His dexterity followed closely behind. His fingers felt lighter and more precise. His already quick reflexes sharpened until even the falling raindrops seemed slower than before.
